Short days with scarce daylight followed by a short night after christmas functions, mails that need answering before the festive break and targets I still want to meet. It is a dangerous mix that adds up to a short temper and a mean tongue.
Although I know: When in a hurry, there is all the more reason to take a break and reflect.
The following poem may help you (as well as myself) to do so, especially in this lovely but hectic season.
When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why
I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problems,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Perhaps that’s why prayer works for some people.
Because God is mute and he doesn’t offer advice or try to fix things.
He just listens and trusts you to work it out for yourself.
So please, just listen and hear me. And if you want to talk, wait a few minutes
for your turn and I promise I’ll listen to you.
Dr. Leo Buscaglia (1924-1998)